Don't Go


By: *Estel*

You walk to your
Death with a stern
face and pride,
I watch in the
Sahdows as I
quietly Cry
I look at your face,
it looks nither sad
or glad. You look
sort of troubled,
as you walk slowly
though this land
Your Proud head
drooped, sunken low
to the earth, makes
me Cry at the sight
As you stop and
look up, with monster's
so near, I hide
behind the bushes
to watch in Fear
With a sreaming laugh
and a knife in hand, the
One who will kill you,
is drawing near at hand.
"Why doesn't he fight back?"
I whisper to myself as they
bound you and taunt you
with shrieks and laughs.
The Knife raises's above you,
and with a joyous laugh,
the Knife falls and smotes you.
I whisper "Don't Go...
No! Dont kill him please!"
Its too late now there is
nothing to be done, as the
monsters scatter, and flee through
the Wood.
With sobs and tears, I walk near you,
to see your face, as I never knew

I like it...it took you how much time to write it?

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On and on, does anybody know what we are living for? Whatever happens, we leave it all to chance...

THE SHOW MUST GO ON!

not that long

alsmot 5 mins.

and thanks for the compliment!!

ah..no1 liked my poem?

i love it, very inspireing

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i might post me narnia story..on here its called "Where's Lucy!?"